First of all, I just have to say that I am not the kind of girl that makes out with strangers. Whatever kind of girl that is.
On a Tuesday morning in late February, I took this particular train to a job interview in Camden. And in black stilettos and a waistcoat that displayed my assets to best effect, I also took the train back home. While waiting on the platform a tall, dark, and exceptionally well-dressed man stands next to me. Strangers Are The Best Decision Makers
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"Excuse me? I want to go to Green Park. Is this the right train?"
After fumbling with my iPod earphones and realizing that he is in fact speaking to me in his Spanish-British accent, I tell him that Green Park is only two stops from where we are, obviously.
"So this is the train you’re getting on?"
"You’re American, aren’t you?"
The all but empty train pulls into the station and we get on, and stand facing one another on opposite sides of the car. I nod, but since I don’t really have any idea what’s going on, I wait for him to say something else, not that it’s really his words that I am paying any attention to.
"Well, you don’t seem American."
"What do I seem like?" Seeing as I can’t really hear him over the clattering of the tube down the rails, it seems best to go with short sentences. His solution is a little different. He comes over to my side and leans against the wall above me. Communication is Key.... right?
"You seem like sunshine." It’s a really good thing I am not paying attention to what he’s saying at this point.
Then the announcement sounds: Next stop, Green Park.